"Tell him I'd like to meet, but here." Chen Jing said decisively.

It's a good thing that I agreed to meet and answered the request.

But hearing his words, the man who raised his hand was even more crying on his face, his dark and muddy facial features were paralyzed, and his body couldn't stop trembling.

Chen Jing raised his eyebrows.

This kind of style......

It's not like a mortal fear of a monk.

"Are you lying to me?" He spoke, questioning, but his voice was firm.

With a gesture of his hand, the green bottle flew back upside down.

The streamer is dazzling.

It was heavy, and it seemed to crash into the man's heart, and it was painful.

His feet were weak, and he carried to the pile of people next to him, and his tongue was knotted like a period of Ai Ai: "The city lord didn't say that he wanted to see you, I just ...... I just ......"

He didn't dare to say the rest of the words.

There was a lot of remorse in his eyes.

He just couldn't open the cabin, and he couldn't think of any other way, so he tried screaming.

It's like they're scavenging and scavenging.

The purpose is to scare snakes or drive away poisonous insects.

Instead of really wanting to see a giant python that can swallow people, it has to emerge from the grass.

also in front of himself, biting two accomplices.

Chen Jing was thoughtful.

Deceived himself, but not completely.

The city is real.

Not much impact.

"Go back and tell you the lord of the city, I want to see him." He rubbed the green bottle on his body, swallowed it back in his mouth, and left a sentence.

The crowd blinked blankly, crawling or squatting, looking helpless.

This sentence seems difficult to understand.

"Huh?" Chen Jing lowered his voice, low and puzzled.

The scavengers immediately stood up and packed their belongings.

Show them with practical actions that they understand.

Traveling in the dark is not a wise choice.

Even if it's only ten miles.

The danger in the wasteland is enough to take a life at this distance.

Can...... It is even more unwise to offend a monk.

Chen Jing raised his hand and pointed to a person: "You, stay." ”

It was the man who had lied to him just now.

He was also the fastest climber in the group, and he couldn't wait to escape from here when no one else was moving.

"And you." Chen Jing pointed to a few more people.

The chosen ones looked horrified.

Why are they the only ones?

They didn't lie, and they weren't the first to rush the door.

But no matter how frightened and reluctant he was in his heart, he didn't dare to move his body sincerely, and when the others had escaped, even the two who were injured left with a limp away. The few people who stayed behind walked to the door of the house, squatted down honestly, clasped their hands, and hugged their heads.

"Tell me about the city of the dead." Chen Jing whispered.

A few people were stunned and stumbled.

After a while, someone spoke: "The city is dead in vain, but it is a big mile, and you can't complete a circle in a day." ”

Chen Jing sighed.

Who asked this?

Comprehension is not a bit of a problem.

He said in more detail: "What is the population and what are the pillars of the industry? ”

"There have to be one or two thousand."

"If we don't raise pigs, we can't raise that thing."

"Nonsense, there are more than 3,000 people living in the eastern part of our city alone."

"How do you know?"

"The last time I collected taxes, I listened to the tax collectors under Lord Aman."

"There must not be twenty or thirty thousand people in the whole city?"

They were noisy and shouted and delivered an answer.

Chen Jing frowned.

So few?

"How many monks?" He then asked.

Several people looked at each other: "This ..... I really don't know. ”

"I haven't heard of it."

"I've never seen it."

A person shrank his head and hesitated to speak: "There should be four or five?" Or two or three? ”

"No more than ten?" Chen Jing interrupted their discussion.

"Uh-huh!" Their chicks pecked at the rice and nodded.

The specific number is not clear, but more or less, they still have a number in their hearts.

Chen Jing's brows tightened.

Twenty or thirty thousand people, only no more than ten monks?

Isn't that a bit abnormal?

Is it because of "pollution"?

Or is it a knowledge monopoly?

He felt that it was more likely to be the latter, that monopoly was the best medicine for power.

It's just that in this way, the city lord may not be very easy to deal with.

One monk is too easy to bring about a huge change in the power structure of less than ten monks.

In his eyes, he is a villain.

"Your Excellency is a monk who has been selected by the Heavenly Venerable?" A person probed his brain, looked at Chen Jing secretly, and suddenly asked.

Chen nodded his head.

There's nothing to hide about it.

I learned from Jiang Qi'er's mouth that it was the supreme honor to be selected by the Huangliang Realm.

And most of them are Xianmen disciples, which can also give themselves a fake tiger and pull a big banner.

Several people's expressions were unexpected, and they became excited.

The eyes changed from fear to longing and worship in an instant.

"Which one is on the Hidden Dragon List?"

"What's the name?"

Chen Jing was a little unsure, and looked at them suspiciously.

Hidden Dragon List?

What is it......

As for the name, do you want to report it?

Never mind.

"Shut up." Chen Jing raised his eyebrows.

Several people suddenly closed their mouths, and the horror in their eyes gradually gained the upper hand.

"I'm only concentrating on cultivation, what is that hidden dragon list?" He spoke softly.

One person explained: "It was a supernatural power descended by Tianzun, and all the monks who were promoted by Tianzun were ranked according to their strength and talent, and they were named Hidden Dragons. ”

Oh......

Combat power list.

Chen Jing asked again, and these people answered one by one, knowing everything.

But they are scavengers, they know a few words, and they know a limited amount of things.

In their answers, Chen Jing gradually had some impressions of the city that died in vain.

That city, originally called "vain death", was originally called "Yuncheng", and it was the important government of Sanshui Thoroughfare. But in the end of the natural disaster, it was difficult to communicate between the cities, and more than 30 years ago, "Yuncheng" was abandoned and changed to the current name.

The city lord has been in office for more than forty years, and in the last ten years, he has not been seen.

Now it is his son who is in charge of the city's affairs, and he is the "Lord Aman" mentioned by the scavengers.

It is different from the first impression of a "high-pressure dictatorship".

The taxes of the dead city are not high, no food, no money, and the scavengers can save enough for a year in the wasteland.

The most important point is that there are no monks in the city.

When knocking on the side next to Chen Jing, he learned about the city of vain and the world.

A wave of people had already run back to the city.

Died in vain in the south of the city, in the city lord's mansion.

Several scavengers are led into a room that is as bright as day with white fluorite.

A man in his early thirties stood up and looked at them, his voice as deep as a sinking stone: "You say, in that wooden house, there is a monk?" ”

He is the young city lord, Meng Aman.

"Yes, he said he wanted to see the lord of the city." The scavenger nodded.

"What does the monk look like?" Meng Aman waved his hand.

The scavengers are one by one, picking up what they remember and saying it.

"He's so good-looking!"

"Very young, looks like only a teenager."

"Fine-skinned and tender-fleshed."

"Very clean."

Together, Meng Aman found them ridiculous.

Can there be clean people in the wasteland?

"Are you sure?" He frowned, suspicious.

The scavengers are adamant.

With so many people, it's not always possible to be mistaken.

Clean, young, monk......

The messages came together to make him think of something.

Huangliang realm?

A complex emotion arose in his heart, some envy and some resentment.

He also survived until eighteen that year, expecting that he could become the chosen one.

But...... It turns out that he is just mediocre in talent, and he wasted eighteen years of his apprenticeship.

Forget it, for a person like him, it doesn't matter if he doesn't cultivate for eighteen years.

"What does he want to see my father?" Meng Aman sighed.

The scavengers are struggling.

He glared.

A man lowered his head and whispered, speaking quickly: "We used many methods before, but we couldn't open the wooden house, but there was really no way, and a person shouted to the people inside, listen, our city wants to see you." ”

"I've been shouted before, but they haven't been recruited."

"But today he just came out."

"When he knew that the man was lying to him, he told us to come back and tell the city to meet us."

Some people chimed in: "Yes, yes, he also said that if you don't meet in the city, you have to be there." ”

Meng Aman struggled to control his expression.

Try to keep yourself out of your voice.

All right......

It turns out that there is no such thing, and this group of scavengers was provoked by force?